Prince Igor - The Rapsody, Sissel, Warren G

«Fly on the wings of the wind

To the homeland, our home song

Where we sang freely loving

Where me and you felt so freely»

Warren G. top dog

Patrolling the beach

Riggers say they hard as bricks

But they soft as a peach

Climbin the G of all G’s

Please

I come blowin through like the breeze

Sitting on the threes

Post it coast it and mash it down

Pacific coast in the bomb chrome rims

Black on black Yukon

With nuts hangin from the city

Where the bangers be bangin

It don’t seem like shit is changin

I hollered at a homey the other day

G’d up at the park

Sippin Alisay

One of the homies took a beatin

So now we’ll start to be a gang

Checkin at the meetin

Life cycles repeatin

It’s just another sunset fall and see

I can hear the homies that pass

Calling me

And you know what I discover

What they keep sayin

Keep your mind and your money

Motherfuckers

And shake busters

Uletaj na kryl’jach vetra

Ty V kraj rodnoj, rodnaja pesnya nasha

Tuda gde my lubya svobodno peli

Gde bylo tak privol’no nam s toboju

Have you ever sold millions

But yet you niggers persist to talk shit

Get off my dick

Ya never catch me slippin

Rollin with the heat

Slap the clippin

I never thought the world

Would start trippin

My life’s a though

Hit the crypto

Blow the whistle

They think I bang

So I pack a pistol

Warren to the G. is a G

I don’t fuck with you nigga

So don’t fuck with me

Let’s ride to the East Side

Slide like a fo

I pack a 44

When I’m steppin out dough

To the bang to the boogie

If I speak then I spoke

Warren G. you do it every time

Till ya low

Get the party lit

Like blazin smoke

The East Side of the beach

West side of the coast

You know the niggers that arrive

With hogs

Attack dogs

To say niggers are down to die

With motherfucker

Uletaj na kryl’jach vatra

Ty why kraj rodnoj, rodnaja pesnma nasa

Tuda gde my lebja svobodno peli

Gde bylo tak privol’no nam s’toboju

Who’s the man

I’ve been from London to Japan

Stomp land to land

And to the Egyptian sands

You can’t check me

Disrespect me

Ya mock me up

With the bass bumping out my truck

And all these police tryin to lock me up

Money rules the world

And I made the loot

So don’t make me shoot

Cause trying to match’ll get you down

Every time

I ain’t trying to hurt nobody

But I’m down for mine

Biatch

Money over power

Power over money

Money over power

Power over money

Money over power

Power over money

Money over power

Power over money

Money over power

Biatch biatch

Uletaj na kryl’jach vatra

Ty why kraj rodnoj, rodnaja pesnma nasa

Tuda gde my lebja svobodno peli

Gde bylo tak privol’no nam s’toboju

Uletaj na kryl’jach vatra

Ty why kraj rodnoj, rodnaja pesnma nasa

Tuda gde my lebja svobodno peli

Gde bylo tak privol’no nam s’toboju